Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.